1925

There's this thing you do
You're so old fashioned
You're so refined and well preserved
A bad boy that my grandmother
Would have liked
So I write of us, almost 100 years
Before we were evolved
When you still bad to chase me
When we could still smell the wood
On the old wooden floors we
Danced on, swaying too and fro
And staying out later than we
Were allowed to across from the tracks
Back when the railroad shook
In contrast to the my hips
While drinking strong moonshine
And wearing out my favorite shoes
It transfers me into 1925
I've got my favorite blue dress on
You're the sharpest man I've ever seen
It's Saturday night and we're sweating
The fan don't hardly work in Samuels
It's the nicest place for coloreds in town
So it's only right that the prettiest brown
Thing this side of New Orleans
showed up.. A little early
Because I needed to rest my feet
I liked the chair closest to the jukebox
I had all the good tunes in mind
Gave me a reason to walk with my
Head up straight and my nose in the air
Past your fine a*s.. I mean ..
That's where I go with you
I've gotten all done up in this particular scene
Cuz I know you'll try to
Buy me a drink, although I always decline
I think I've gotten right over on you but
I think you know I regret it all the next week
Running errands and scrubbing floors
wondering what it
Would be like, if I just sat down next to
You at that bar, in the seat you always
Save for me
I ain't no fool though
I've heard about that red girl from
Cross town in the 8th ward
You've been fooling round with
So I guess it ain't meant to be
But.. This week is different
Maybe it's this summer heat
Or the excitement or just exhaustion but
I'm just not as ice cold tonight
My no's weakened by a weeks worth
Of daydreams.